Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.